It doesn't make any sense to have these feelings for someone in the past during a drunken encounter. Spring break during my senior year in university had given me an unexpected experience worthy of being called the best sex of my life.
Things were different a couple of years later and I was in the process of getting my doctorate from Harvard University. Funds were tight and I had to depend on the kindness of my best friend Samantha. Staying with her gave me the chance to see her in a different light. Things were perfect until her brother Quentin arrived unexpectedly.
The arrogant son of a bitch was a sexist misogynist. He thought every woman was there to please him and to cater to his every whim including his sister. It didn't hurt for him to have a body made of granite. Why is it that I feel drawn to him in a way I can't explain? His chiseled good looks and raw animal magnetism has awakened something dormant inside of me begging to come out. Would it be so bad to give in to a moment of weakness? Forbidden fruit was the sweetest kind.